"I often think about... Why I want to destroy books with other "colleagues" and make those books disappear from the world... Those books seem to be quite interesting..."
I remember that I was once an author. I have also written books before, but I seem to be very bad at it.
"Forget it, I don't want to worry about these literary and artistic matters... By the way, why is it that no one complains that I am a corrosive but I work in the Imperial Library?"
Someone who calls himself the librarian whispers this on a daily basis.
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After an unknown amount of time, the museum owner seemed to understand something.
"Oh right... I'm just an author that no one knows about."
Purpose: Please come and listen to the corrosive library story.